Her-Story: La Loba

The sole work of La Loba is the collecting of bones. She is known to collect and preserve especially that which is in danger of being lost to the world. Her cave is filled with the bones of all manner of desert creatures: the deer, the rattlesnake, the crow. But her speciality is said to be wolves.

And when she is sure, she stands over the criatura, raises her arms over it, and sings out. That is when the rib bones and leg bones of the wolf begin to flesh out and the creature becomes furred. La Lobasings some more, and more of the creature comes into being; its tail curls upward, shaggy and strong.

And La Loba sings more and the wolf creature begins to breathe.

And still La Loba sings so deeply that the floor of the desert shakes, and as she sings, the wolf opens its eyes, leaps up, and runs away down the canyon.

Somewhere in its running, whether by the speed of its running, or by splashing its way into a river, or by way of a ray of sunlight or moonlight hitting it right in the side, the wolf is suddenly transformed into a laughing woman who runs free toward the horizon.

Have you ever been followed by a concept, theme or book? Like a lesson that the universe has deemed it essential that you learn? Well, Women Who Run With Wolves was one of these books. It first appeared while i was house-sitting. Then, years later it came in the form of my deepening interest in goddess myth and lore. Again, this book appeared while trying to choose a roller derby name; the notion of creating an alternate person-hood (which is why i landed on "La Loba Lewis"). Not only the book itself, but the concept is one that has sewn itself through every experience i've had in the past decade, and perhaps even before that. Each experience has presented itself as a call to become stronger, to live out my will, and to encourage others to do the same. It's as if the ultimate lesson for women is to learn and appreciate their personal power; to own their strength. Is this something you can relate to?